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Yu Jihui: “A Stinking Old Ninth – A Tale of the Coal Capital” (updated on July 2020)

When Great Smoker saw me, she just greeted me

with a nod. She seemed to be in high spirits. Though

I hated her to the extreme, I took a seat not too far

away from her politely. When we ate dinner, the four

of us sat around a table. She sat opposite me.

Elephant’s husband kept proposing toasts to me. He

could drink a whole bottle of wine (a bottle of wine

normally equals half a kilogram. But the Chinese

bottle wine was very strong. Half a bottle of it could

often make a big man drunk.) So he was nicknamed

Big Winejar. I never touch alcohol, but once I drank,

I could drink a lot of it. I had a special ability. The

wine that went into my body could leak out from my

armpits and from between my fingers. It could even

escape with my urine when I pissed. So, no matter

how much wine I drank, I could never get drunk. I

knew they wanted to inebriate me. I kept my

composure and watched out for their action. Big

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